Lyrics: Not Even

I wrote some lyrics tonight in anger at the US Senate's refusal to do anything about guns or at least stopping these weapons of mass murder from getting to the hands of terrorists. At the end of the day, the US Senate must be asked: How many more people must die before you wake up and realize that the value of human life is worth far more than your weapons of mass murder.

Not Even

The rules you hold forever proud

Are the same rules that are killing

Man, woman and child

The rules you cling on to

Are the rules that are damaging

Your communities and country

You don’t see or hear that

You are blinded by an addiction

Nothing will make you change

Not even the blood on your hands

Could make you value life

More than you value your guns

Not even the tears on your suit

Could make you end the madness

You’d rather use your guns.

The rules you’d rather live by

Are the rules that see hearts broken

Families left to wonder why

The rules you refuse to change

Are the rules that make mass murder

All that easier to pass by

You don’t see or hear that

While you have your murder weapon

Nothing will make you change

Not even the blood on your hands

Could make you value human life

More than you value your guns

Not even the tears on your suit

Could make you end the madness

You’d rather use your guns.

How many more children

How many more human lives

Must be lost while you do nothing

You don’t see or hear it

Blinded by an addiction

To weapons of hate.

But you’ll never change.

Not even the blood on your hands

Could make you value human life

More than you value your guns

Not even the tears on your suit

Could make you end the madness

You’d rather use your guns.